by
Grandma
Baadsgaard
Happy birthday Tessa. I love you so.
You are a dream come true.
When
the blue moon rises over the mountain
And
all the wee people have gone to bed
It
is time for the sprites to come alive
Where
elves and fairies are led
To
a place in the night where the cherubim roam
And
the flying buttresses lie
Where
all the children’s dreams are sent
To
the place where they light by and by
Then
all the blackness is swirled away
And
the bright stars begin to shine
As
all the world basks in slumber
Multitudes
of bright jewels are thine
For
children are the magic of the night
And
their wishes are my command
And
their hopes are the makings of castles
And
their visions appear in the sand
For
when the wee one’s eyes are closed
And
the nippers nod in repose
The
forests and mountains sway in twilight
And
the mystics will never close
The
guardians of the progenies stand tall
For
active duty at your bed
And
keep you safe in slumber
Until
morning comes again as said
Then
when the sun rises over the mountain
And
all the wee people flee
You’ll
know it is time to awaken
To
the promise you are meant to be
